Created: 2004-03-07 21:36:43
His summoning call thundered across the virgin skies and shook the very earth with each syllable. Thus were his children brought forth. From the darkest bowels of the underworld they came, slithering and groaning their way up through the earth until at last the surface broke and they poured forth into the lands of Maxim. Hordes of demon-kind, each one moulding itself into a hideous obscenity, all of them growling and snapping at one another as they continued to spew out of the earth, each wave slipping and sliding over the last, their slimy trails glistening malevolently in the cold moonlight.
This went on for thirty days and thirty nights. When the final demon had been released from the underworld silence covered the lands. The mass of obscenities looked up at the heavens in total unity and bayed out as one, their terrible sound shattering the sanity of any living creature within earshot. The baying went on for what seemed like years; they were crying out for a blessing from their master, their father, the one true God. When Darden heard their cries a single solitary tear fell from his right eye and plummeted down toward the lands.
The Shadows of pariah, dread beings of pure living darkness that live in the realm between the earth and the heavens, saw the tear and swirled around it, probing it until one of them made a tiny hole through which they all slipped, instantly transforming the clear drop into a tear of purest black, purest despair. Great bolts of lightning forked their way through the skies, wrapping electric fingers around the tear until bands of white separated the black and the tear of Darden solidified into a huge dew-drop shaped mass of Onyx. Maxim trembled when the tear crashed into the ground and the demons formed a great circle around it. Each one of them knew what must be done and together they began the task. Huge claws and teeth scraped at the Onyx until it was hollowed out, releasing the Shadows of pariah who in turn created a great altar which they then sanctified as a place of worship.
This was to be an eternal place where only followers of Darden would ever be truly welcome and pretenders would be destroyed by the living shadows. This is the Onyx Temple.
Very well, though this is becoming rather tiresome, I'll explain it to you once more. If you still don't understand then I'll be forced to use.. other methods, are we clear?
Everything begins with darkness and everything will end with it. You were born and you will die. Such things are certainties, my dear. Light will always give way to darkness, be it an insignificant shadow that lurks in the corner or an overpowering blanket of pure night, one way or another the darkness will achieve its victory, make no mistake about this fact. There are none among your kind that can honestly say you are so devoted to the ways of goodness and light that you have never had doubts clawing into your mind like an insidious malaise, urging you to embrace the enticing melody of Despair. Perhaps you can fight such feelings, push them down deeper and deeper until they go away. The real question is, can you do this for the rest of your natural life? I see that you're nodding your head but we all know that no matter how far you push darkness away, it will return.
Give in to it. Let yourself feel the Despair, allow yourself one tiny sip from His bowl. One drop is all it takes for the dishonesty of self restraint to end. Then you will be truly free, then you will be yourself and not a hideous caricature of society's expectations. They say that beauty is skin deep and we know that this is true, tear away that skin and reveal the majestic beauty that lay beneath.
Demons, you say? Well, this is one of the names that we have been given, along with fiends and monsters. Hah! Do such names make you feel better about us? Does it offer a sense of superiority to be able to give us a derisory label? If you gave the name dryness to rain would it stop being wet? If you call the sky ground would you then be able to walk upon it? Look beyond the labels and you will see that even though some of us were just like you, we have evolved into something far superior, far more beautiful. Come now, take that first step and shed your primitive ways. Become enlightened.
Liars and tricksters? Oh come now, stop using these deluded terms that you all favour so much when speaking about us in hushed whispers. Why should we lie? What need can we possibly have for tricks? No, this term is borne of fear, your fear that even though our words go against everything you've been fooled into believing, they may actually stand up to scrutiny. You are the ones who weave webs of deceit, you are the ones who smile when stabbing a friend in the back, you are the ones who make promises and break them as soon as a better deal comes along. These ways are not ours, they are yours. Are you so blind you cannot see that your kind are the liars? You are the tricksters, my sweet naive one.
We have no need for lies when the truth is a much sweeter tasting fruit.
Hold your tongue, child, for I know what the next word that slips from it will be. Zealots, yes? I thought as much. Now, let's take a closer look at the meaning of this word. A zealot by it's very definition is a highly devoted follower of some ideal. In this case, the ideal is faith. Does it scare you that we actually believe in the things we preach? It's a far cry from the ways of your own priests isn't it? They say one thing and do another. We believe in what we say and we lead by example, my dear. If this makes us zealots then I will wear the label with complete devotion.
So then, what's it to be? Are you content to carry on living the lies that we have revealed to you or will you allow yourself to step into our truth? Will you tear away the shackles of deceit that your religious leaders have clasped upon your hands and feet? Join us, for we are the true faithful. We are the children of darkness and we conduct a bitter-sweet symphony of revelation. You have never been able to hide from us, so stop hiding from yourself.
Hmm? Yes, yes we did disappear for a time but did you really expect us to disappear forever? Can you honestly tell yourself that it is possible for us to slink away into hiding and remain there like frightened little children? If you can answer this with a resounding "Yes", then you have our pity. Such wishful thinking is for fairy tales and court jesters. We have always been here upon this Isle in one form or another, softly whispering our words into your ears, gently corrupting your loved ones with our sweet promises of seductive pain and animal lust. Every single one of you has a weakness, this is a certainty without exception. We pride ourselves on finding this weakness and exploiting it until your mind falls apart or achieves the final revelation that is Darden's despair. You prefer to look at what we do as monstrous and atrocious acts of inhumanity when we are, in fact, saving you from yourselves.
Never forget that darkness is constant, absolute. We are the chaos within the darkness. We are constant. We are Darden's chosen ones, His bowl spills out it's Despair upon us and for this we offer our thanks and praise. True faith is what we offer you all, open yourselves to Him and let his song reverberate through your spirit until the darkness accepts you as one of it's own. Come now, throw down your false beliefs and beg to sup from His bowl.
We are His Holy Office, His Sanctum Officium.